synchronistic wistfulness as whiskered bliss seekers twist in the mist - resisting fists they insist on listing that which might bring blistering like a toxic ring – singing telemarketers embarking journey, Skylark_Buick truant Mister simplistically playing Twister sister shifts the syncopate and we wait ………………….. grateful for the break and taking glitter flake covered roller-skates to the frozen lake mistakenly banking to sharply frost bitten carp seems too dark in the evening like Marky Mark bringing fresh beats to a Lou Reed jam on the mean streets neither much enjoying to eat sweets but seemingly twin-like between the ole bed sheets……. …………………… spoke out of turn regarding their *** lives pretty sure at least one of them had a fat wife who lived off of bonbons and smoked a chipped crack pipe ………………… unsure how to end I can’t help but still write and because words do flow I consider this just right can you guess my favorite whale? Obviously,